I met a man in New Orleans with a devilish charm and when he spoke.
It was like a spell that takes control of my body, He is like a siren out on the sea
He likes to play with people's minds and mainly their hearts
With every command he said I was compelled to do and i lost a part of myself
it wasn't until he pushed me to my limit That I finally said a enough is enough
Now his spell is broken and his hold over me is gone so he better watch his back because when he least expects it I'll come for him
Revenge is best served cold
Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale